Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 17:46:22 GMT -6
The sun shined brightly as Molly went for her daily jog, the smell of fresh cut grass and the birds singing told Molly spring was here and that the days would be so beautiful from here on out. As The Mistress of Mayhem passed a bank she glanced at the clock the temperature read 84. Such beautiful weather can motivate anyone to get outside for a nice breather or even a nice workout. As Molly’s jog came to an end and she stepped foot in to her front door she went to the refrigerator for a bottle of water and pulled the ear buds from her ears as “Bring it” by Trapt continued to play.
Molly climbed the staircase to her bathroom as loneliness hit her all of a sudden and a rush of anger ran through her as she thought about her match against Alexis and the way Johnny Stylez had done her in the past. The Mistress of Mayhem had given some thought to the things Johnny had done to her and it pissed her off. Molly was not a calm person when it came to pissing her off; she became unstable and could get out of control at times when her anxiety flared up.
The Mistress of Mayhem had never really gotten over Johnny, she was just realizing that. Certain things she did reminded her of him, like lying in the bed. She and Johnny had shared so many personal and intimate moments in her very bed; she had not given those memories any thought since she left him until now. There was something going on with Molly, anger hurt and loneliness had set in and Molly hated everything at that moment. She walked to her dresser to grab a tee shirt and some shorts from the top drawer of the dresser.
Molly made her way to the bathroom where she sat the shirt and shorts down on top of a pair “Johnny” custom made boy cut short underwear. Which led her to think about how Blitz Price and his nerdy roommate Sherman had stolen another pair during a panty raid a week or so ago. The Mistress of Mayhem seemed to be thinking about the things that were pissing her off, things can get ugly when she gets in one of those moods.
As the Mistress of Mayhem turned on the water to her garden tub, she pulled back her blonde locks in to a pony tail and poured some bubbles in to the water the tub began to slowly fill up. Molly began to undress as the scent of lavender filled the bathroom as the warm water formed in to bubbles. As Molly moved her clothes to the counter top of the sink there was a photo lying face down on the sink, Molly picked it up; it was her and Johnny a few years ago sitting on the couch in her living room. A tear fell from her cheek as she threw the picture against the hallway wall and the glass shattered.
“Got damn you Johnny Stylez, I fucking hate you.” She screamed out loud.
Molly walked to the picture and picked it up from the small pile of glass and looked at it for a moment and ripped it in to tiny pieces. Molly could not let this get to her; she had a match against Alexis and needed to focus on beating the hell out of her to show the people of NEW that she was indeed still main event stature. Molly drew her attention back to the bath tub and turned off the water, she undressed and stepped in to the tub it was relaxing to her, she let out a sigh of relaxation and sunk a little more in to the tub.
As Molly hit a full blown relaxation point she drifted off to sleep, the memories of her World Title reign and Johnny Stylez came back to her like they happened yesterday. Molly began to think about how she was standing over Ryan Pugh with the World Title in her hand and an evil smirk on her face, she knew she was the NEW no woman had ever accomplished what she had. The Mistress of Mayhem was rocking the main event scene and carrying the most prestigious title that NEW had to offer.
Molly began to get restless in the bath tub and soon got still again as the vision of Johnny standing on the street with a roll of money in his hand, Molly watched out the cop car window as Johnny fled around the corner of the building. As the cop car pulled away Molly got a glimpse of two other shadows standing with Johnny in the shadows of the dead end alley.
“Jesse Styles and Hunter” Molly thought to herself. “Let me out of this damn car, I was set up I swear to you I was setup. You have the wrong person, this is Johnny’s fault.” The cop in the passenger seat turned around “Hey shut up back there; you were caught red handed so sit back and don’t open your mouth anymore.” Molly sat back in the seat with the hand cuffs tight on her wrists but she never said another word.
Molly awoke in cold sweats as her clouded vision disappeared and she grabbed the towel out of the floor. She had to get a nap her nerves were shot from the past things coming back to her. The current events were not making matters any better for her with her in a slump of losing she had to turn that around and quickly but she knew she was not what she used to be in the ring.
The Mistress of Mayhem got dressed but did not realize until she was standing in front of the mirror that she grabbed her old Domestik Disturbance shirt Johnny gave her when she was with he and Hunter a few years ago. Molly jerked the shirt off over her head and walked out of the bathroom to her bedroom and got a white spaghetti strap tank out and put it on and lay down in her bed. So many things were still going on in Molly’s head; she needed some rest, to clear her mind completely. She drifted off to sleep and the vision of the panty raid came in to her mind, Blitz Price and his roommate Sherman had snuck in to the women’s locker room and stole Molly’s black and pink boy cut shorts with Johnny’s name on the ass of them. Molly and Scarlet Styles chased them down the hallway; Molly’s horrifying moment of losing her towel as she was trying to catch came to an end when the two men stopped running as Molly caught them. Molly did not understand what Blitz wanted with her underwear because he seemed quite gay to her as well as Sherman.
Molly rolled over in her bed and the vision of Alexis came to her mind, the one person Molly needed to focus on the most right now, her opponent for this week. She needed to beat Alexis in a bad way, to cause Alexis to shed some blood, sweat, and tears to cause her pain like she never felt before. Molly is the Mistress of Mayhem and planned on “getting her Mayhem on” and showing some disrespect to the bitch who thinks she will be Molly this week. Molly grabbed a hold of her pillow and threw it across the room; the shatter of glass breaking woke Molly once more.
The Mistress of Mayhem shot up straight up in her bed wide awake, the room was a little dark; she reached over and flicked the light switch on the lamp. She looked around the room to see what broke; it was the picture of her with Johnny and Hunters tag titles wrapped around her. Memories eluded her again; she was wearing the tag titles. The picture was taken right after Domestik Disturbance won them against Tat N Fat. Molly picked the picture up and the glass and frame and sat in on her dresser.
Molly could not think, her mind would not clear out all the unnecessary things that she did not want to think about, the thoughts evaded her because it was things she had never gotten over because they were things that eventually hurt her and she left everything bottled up. Something had to give for Molly; all she wanted to focus on and worry about was her match and only that.
“That bitch is going down, way down. I’ll beat her or die fucking trying.” Molly said to herself as she walked out of her room and the lights flickered and went out.
Molly climbed the staircase to her bathroom as loneliness hit her all of a sudden and a rush of anger ran through her as she thought about her match against Alexis and the way Johnny Stylez had done her in the past. The Mistress of Mayhem had given some thought to the things Johnny had done to her and it pissed her off. Molly was not a calm person when it came to pissing her off; she became unstable and could get out of control at times when her anxiety flared up.
The Mistress of Mayhem had never really gotten over Johnny, she was just realizing that. Certain things she did reminded her of him, like lying in the bed. She and Johnny had shared so many personal and intimate moments in her very bed; she had not given those memories any thought since she left him until now. There was something going on with Molly, anger hurt and loneliness had set in and Molly hated everything at that moment. She walked to her dresser to grab a tee shirt and some shorts from the top drawer of the dresser.
Molly made her way to the bathroom where she sat the shirt and shorts down on top of a pair “Johnny” custom made boy cut short underwear. Which led her to think about how Blitz Price and his nerdy roommate Sherman had stolen another pair during a panty raid a week or so ago. The Mistress of Mayhem seemed to be thinking about the things that were pissing her off, things can get ugly when she gets in one of those moods.
As the Mistress of Mayhem turned on the water to her garden tub, she pulled back her blonde locks in to a pony tail and poured some bubbles in to the water the tub began to slowly fill up. Molly began to undress as the scent of lavender filled the bathroom as the warm water formed in to bubbles. As Molly moved her clothes to the counter top of the sink there was a photo lying face down on the sink, Molly picked it up; it was her and Johnny a few years ago sitting on the couch in her living room. A tear fell from her cheek as she threw the picture against the hallway wall and the glass shattered.
“Got damn you Johnny Stylez, I fucking hate you.” She screamed out loud.
Molly walked to the picture and picked it up from the small pile of glass and looked at it for a moment and ripped it in to tiny pieces. Molly could not let this get to her; she had a match against Alexis and needed to focus on beating the hell out of her to show the people of NEW that she was indeed still main event stature. Molly drew her attention back to the bath tub and turned off the water, she undressed and stepped in to the tub it was relaxing to her, she let out a sigh of relaxation and sunk a little more in to the tub.
As Molly hit a full blown relaxation point she drifted off to sleep, the memories of her World Title reign and Johnny Stylez came back to her like they happened yesterday. Molly began to think about how she was standing over Ryan Pugh with the World Title in her hand and an evil smirk on her face, she knew she was the NEW no woman had ever accomplished what she had. The Mistress of Mayhem was rocking the main event scene and carrying the most prestigious title that NEW had to offer.
Molly began to get restless in the bath tub and soon got still again as the vision of Johnny standing on the street with a roll of money in his hand, Molly watched out the cop car window as Johnny fled around the corner of the building. As the cop car pulled away Molly got a glimpse of two other shadows standing with Johnny in the shadows of the dead end alley.
“Jesse Styles and Hunter” Molly thought to herself. “Let me out of this damn car, I was set up I swear to you I was setup. You have the wrong person, this is Johnny’s fault.” The cop in the passenger seat turned around “Hey shut up back there; you were caught red handed so sit back and don’t open your mouth anymore.” Molly sat back in the seat with the hand cuffs tight on her wrists but she never said another word.
Molly awoke in cold sweats as her clouded vision disappeared and she grabbed the towel out of the floor. She had to get a nap her nerves were shot from the past things coming back to her. The current events were not making matters any better for her with her in a slump of losing she had to turn that around and quickly but she knew she was not what she used to be in the ring.
The Mistress of Mayhem got dressed but did not realize until she was standing in front of the mirror that she grabbed her old Domestik Disturbance shirt Johnny gave her when she was with he and Hunter a few years ago. Molly jerked the shirt off over her head and walked out of the bathroom to her bedroom and got a white spaghetti strap tank out and put it on and lay down in her bed. So many things were still going on in Molly’s head; she needed some rest, to clear her mind completely. She drifted off to sleep and the vision of the panty raid came in to her mind, Blitz Price and his roommate Sherman had snuck in to the women’s locker room and stole Molly’s black and pink boy cut shorts with Johnny’s name on the ass of them. Molly and Scarlet Styles chased them down the hallway; Molly’s horrifying moment of losing her towel as she was trying to catch came to an end when the two men stopped running as Molly caught them. Molly did not understand what Blitz wanted with her underwear because he seemed quite gay to her as well as Sherman.
Molly rolled over in her bed and the vision of Alexis came to her mind, the one person Molly needed to focus on the most right now, her opponent for this week. She needed to beat Alexis in a bad way, to cause Alexis to shed some blood, sweat, and tears to cause her pain like she never felt before. Molly is the Mistress of Mayhem and planned on “getting her Mayhem on” and showing some disrespect to the bitch who thinks she will be Molly this week. Molly grabbed a hold of her pillow and threw it across the room; the shatter of glass breaking woke Molly once more.
The Mistress of Mayhem shot up straight up in her bed wide awake, the room was a little dark; she reached over and flicked the light switch on the lamp. She looked around the room to see what broke; it was the picture of her with Johnny and Hunters tag titles wrapped around her. Memories eluded her again; she was wearing the tag titles. The picture was taken right after Domestik Disturbance won them against Tat N Fat. Molly picked the picture up and the glass and frame and sat in on her dresser.
Molly could not think, her mind would not clear out all the unnecessary things that she did not want to think about, the thoughts evaded her because it was things she had never gotten over because they were things that eventually hurt her and she left everything bottled up. Something had to give for Molly; all she wanted to focus on and worry about was her match and only that.
“That bitch is going down, way down. I’ll beat her or die fucking trying.” Molly said to herself as she walked out of her room and the lights flickered and went out.